Marrakech: and a tale of Moroccan boucharweit carpets and rugs

Almost nothing gets wasted, nothing. A woolen sweater with holes is unraveled and made new.  Old tires are reconfigured and turn into chic baskets.  Oil drums get a fresh coat of paint and become modern tables. Repurposing, recycling, upcycling.   Morocco was green before there was Green.  Waste?  No, No, and, well, No.

And so it is with the Moroccan boucharweit carpets, or Moroccan rag rugs.  Tired clothes awake from their slumber.  Ugly scraps get a beauty makeover.  And empty floors are cozied up in a wink of an eye.  

And then there's the color. {Oh!} And then there's the pattern. {Oh!} And then there's the texture. {ahem, you get my point.}  

A new collection of Moroccan boucharweit carpets in Red Thread Souk.  Just perfect for making you smile as wide as you can smile and stretching your arms out as far as they can go {the latter for no apparent reason}.  Because these are the original happy rugs.  

The shy, the meek, the demure had best now avert their eyes.  But as for the others, well........

hold onto your horses!

See them all here in my shop, Red Thread Souk.

Morocco: and a tale of Moroccan Beni Ouarain carpets

I’m quite sure that in a previous life I was a carpet merchant. I spent my days sipping tea and lounging on the finest examples of my stock, getting up only to furl and unfurl beauties one after another, earning admiring looks from customers and passersby. I come by my love of carpets honestly -- my mother is Persian, and so carpets are clearly in my blood. I grew up in houses filled with all sorts of woolen pile rugs, intricately patterned silk carpets, and tightly woven antique kilims. The carpets were meticulously cared for, and indeed, they were my responsibility in my family. Twice a week I would carefully move furniture out of the way and vacuum them, going only “with the wool,” as my mother had taught me. Each day when we left our home, the curtains would be drawn to ensure that the carpets didn’t fade prematurely.  

You see, some people buy a home and fill it with carpets. Others buy carpets and wait to have a home to put them in. I fall into the latter category.  

So it's no wonder that in this life I've managed to become a carpet dealer, too. (No point in fighting destiny, afterall.)  And I have beautiful new stock of vintage Moroccan Beni Ourains (including some smaller and more affordable ones).  These are investment pieces that make the whole room grounded and more fabulous.  Did I mention that I have new stock of wedding blankets, too?  Well, I should have.... 

Moroccan wedding blanket 562, 86 inches long, 56 inches wide (Beautiful at the foot of a bed.)

Moroccan Beni Ourain 310, 55 inches long, 102 inches wide. (So want to keep this one!)

Moroccan wedding blanket 604.  73 inches long, 41 inches wide (Super shaggy fringe. *YES*)

Moroccan weddiing blanket 604  93  inches long, 45 inches wide. (Sigh, sublime.)

Moroccan Beni Ouarain 306, 48 inches wide, 84 inches long (Glowy and coveted smaller size!!!)

Moroccan Beni Ouarain 299,  73 inches long, 116 inches wide (Dreamy and shaggy underfoot.  Gorgeous.)

Moroccan Beni Ouarain 309, 72 inches wide, 133 inches long (Hipster preppy with its amazing sideways diamonds.)

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See all my stock right here.  And email me at Moroccanmaryam (at) yahoo (dot) com for pricing on any pieces that sing to you:-)

Marrakech: and a tale of beautiful Moroccan carpets

Growing up with a Persian mother and an extended Persian family meant that I was well schooled in all things harkening from that mysterious and misunderstood country.  An appreciation for carpets {and Persian food} was at the top of that blackboard.  And those are lessons that I have carried with me all of my life.

In Persian tradition, the groom's family must provide a home and the bride's family must provide a carpet for every room in the home.  In other words, a bride's family must provide the furnishings because, really, every Iranian family knows that the carpet is the most important furnishing of all. A beautiful carpet is the base and foundation, not to mention artwork for the floor.  Everything else is, well, extra.  

And so it is that I give you color and I give you carpets.  Of the Moroccan variety, of course.    Because, it's almost Summer afterall and everything, everything is in color.  

Vintage Moroccan Boujad carpet.

Vintage Moroccan Boujad carpet.

Vintage Moroccan Taznakht carpet.

Vintage Moroccan Chiadma carpet.

Mixed Moroccan Boucharweit and wool pile carpet.

 Vintage Moroccan Boujad carpet.

See all my stock HERE and contact me for exact pricing on any carpet that sings to you. Payment in installments is possible too:-)

The world: and a tale of Harabu House's Exotic Chic

In times of confusion, I return to beauty.  It's calming and clarifying some how.  I've always invested in every day beauty, especially small and lovely items that I can enjoy regularly.  I don't believe in just "saving for company".  Because life is really made up of today, and tomorrow, and the day after that.  And after all, every single day deserves pretty.  

For Peacock Pavilions, I ordered these beauties from my now sponsor, Harabu House.  So so lovely in person, with their lacy detailing.  Delicate.  I use these placemats {$30} under handmade white glazed plates.  But they're gorgeous as trivets too to dress up the center of a table or under wine bottles with a few glasses so guests can help themselves.  

I am also coveting these golden  spoons {$11 each} to accompany coffee and desserts, as well as these white and gold bowls {$28} - so perfect to store  jewels on the nightstand or in the bathroom.  Glamorous.

And I love the fine detailing on this beautiful Indian bedding. $115.

See all of Harabu House's goodies right here.